Selected for your reading pleasure by: Heather

In a secret ballot, we scored the book:
***** Perfectly punctual
**** Right on time
*** Running late
** Missed the train
* Appointment? What appointment?

Simpkins cursed himself for having been too much of a cheapskate to upgrade to the gas gauge option.

The wine we enjoyed this month was: in that time-honoured tradition of Prohibition, none. But we did whip up a nice batch of bathtub gin!

Poor Julian English. You throw one innocent drink in the face of the local Catholic nouveau-riche upstart, and the next thing you know you’re a servant in a Baghdad market being menaced by the Grim Reaperess herself. Or something like that. I mean, we’ve all done it, yet not one member of the WBWC could recall any worse repercussion from having thrown an innocent drink in the face of the local Catholic nouveau-riche upstart than a jolly and congratulatory slap on the back. But hiball hijinx do not classic literature make, and so we strapped ourselves in for the ride as Julian raced towards destiny with all of the roaring power of a 1930s Cadillac at its top speed of 90mph.

And in a rare instance for a book chosen by Heather…no one hated it!

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